into the cave, and by it we saw the shape of Nada
my daughter. She was somewhat wasted, but still very beautiful in her
death. I felt her heart also: it was still, and her breast grew cold.

Then I spoke: "The dead to the dead. Let us tend the living."

So we bore in Umslopogaas, and I caused broth to be made and poured it
down his throat; also I cleansed his great wound and bound healing
herbs upon it, plying all my skill. Well I knew the arts of healing, my
father; I who was the first of the izinyanga of medicine, and, had it
not been for my craft, Umslopogaas had never lived, for he was very near
his end. Still, there where he had once been nursed by Galazi the Wolf,
I brought him back to life. It was three days till he spoke, and, before
his sense returned to him, I caused a great hole to be dug in the floor
of the cave. And there, in the hole, I buried Nada my daughter, and we
heaped lily blooms upon her to keep the earth from her, and then closed
in her grave, for I was not minded that Umslopogaas should look upon her
dead, lest he also should die from the sight, and because of his desire
to follow her. Also I buried Galazi the Wolf in the cave, and set the
Watcher in his hand, and there they both sleep who are friends at last,
the Lily and the Wolf together. Ah! when shall there be such another man
and such another maid?

At length on the third day Umslopogaas spoke, asking for Nada. I pointed
to the earth, and he remembered and understood. Thereafter the strength
of Umslopogaas gathered on him slowly, and the hole in his skull skinned
over. But now his hair was grizzled, and he scarcely smiled again, but
grew even more grim and stern than he had been before.

Soon we learned all the truth about Zinita, for the women and children
came back to the town of the People of the Axe, only Zinita and the
children of Umslopogaas did not come back. Also a spy reached me from
the Mahlabatine and told me of the end of Zinita and of the flight of
Dingaan before the Boers.

Now when Umslopogaas had recovered, I asked him what he would do, and
whether or not I should pursue my plots to make him king of the land.

But Umslopogaas shook his head, saying that he had no heart that way. He
would destroy a king indeed, but now he no longer desired to be a
king. He sought revenge alone. I said that it was well, I also sought
vengeance, and seeking together we would find it.

Now, my father, there is much more to tell, but shall